THE FULL MOON & THE SEE-LINE WOMAN
By Gary Johnston
She had a body that was lived in
Her pain was scripture
As if she was Rachel weeping for her children
She said she was waiting for the end of the world
So she could be happy
She told all who would listen
The moon was her sister
& Everyone was only one thought away
From changing their life
She said after God spoke to her
She gave up trying to hold on to people
& To talk would be to lose her way.
The crunchy old men who came to
Her door found her bed cold
They spread prayers
On her pillow but all their answers
Came back without grace or meaning
Yet the old men stayed
Made eyes to the moon
Pretended there was more between them
Then the passing of days
They carried hope that she would love them
Bless their bones
For all their days, other choices
When the moon was full
& The see-line woman was lover.
By Gary Johnston
She had a body that was lived in
Her pain was scripture
As if she was Rachel weeping for her children
She said she was waiting for the end of the world
So she could be happy
She told all who would listen
The moon was her sister
& Everyone was only one thought away
From changing their life
She said after God spoke to her
She gave up trying to hold on to people
& To talk would be to lose her way.
The crunchy old men who came to
Her door found her bed cold
They spread prayers
On her pillow but all their answers
Came back without grace or meaning
Yet the old men stayed
Made eyes to the moon
Pretended there was more between them
Then the passing of days
They carried hope that she would love them
Bless their bones
For all their days, other choices
When the moon was full
& The see-line woman was lover.
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